After great Ancient Rishies, Swami Adi Sankaracharya who unified this country through spiritual means, Our Bapu Mahatmaji liberated our country from the Foreign rule. Thereafter Sri Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel and Sri Lal Bhahadur Sashtri were the two leaders our country had, later the fall began and continued till Now............BJP, in power, Mr. Modi our new PM,AND HIS TEAM WORKING HARD TO UPLIFT THIS NOBLE HOLY NATION ...TO NEW HEIGHTS..........

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19. THE CANKER OF UNTRUTH :

AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY:THE STORY OF MY EXPERIMENTS WITH TRUTHby Mohandas K. GandhiThere were comparatively few Indian students in England forty years ago. It was a practicewith them to affect the [role of] bachelor even though they might be married. School or collegestudents in England are all bachelors, studies being regarded as incompatible with married life.We had that tradition in the good old days, a student then being invariably known asa brahmachari./1/ But in these days we have child-marriages, a thing practically unknown inEngland. Indian youths in England, therefore, felt ashamed to confess that they were married.There was also another reason for dissembling, namely, that in the event of the fact being knownit would be impossible for the young men to go about or flirt with the young girls of the family inwhich they lived. The flirting was more or less innocent. Parents even encouraged it; and that sortof association between young men and young women may even be a necessity there, in view ofthe fact that every young man has to choose his mate. If, however, Indian youths, on arrival inEngland, indulge in these relations quite natural to English youths, the result is likely to bedisastrous, as has often been found. I saw that our youths had succumbed to the temptation andchosen a life of untruth for the sake of companionships which, however innocent in the case ofEnglish youths, were for them undesirable. I too caught the contagion. I did not hesitate to passmyself off as a bachelor, though I was married and the father of a son. But I was none the happierfor being a dissembler. Only my reserve and my reticence saved me from going into deeperwaters. If I did not talk, no girl would think it worth her while to enter into conversation with me orto go out with me.My cowardice was on a par with my reserve. It was customary in families like the one in which Iwas staying at Ventnor for the daughter of the landlady to take out guests for a walk. Mylandlady's daughter took me one day to the lovely hills round Ventnor. I was no slow walker, butmy companion walked even faster, dragging me after her and chattering away all the while. Iresponded to her chatter sometimes with a whispered 'yes' or 'no', or at the most 'yes, howbeautiful!' She was flying like a bird, whilst I was wondering when I should get back home. Wethus reached the top of a hill. How to get down again was the question. In spite of her high-heeledboots, this sprightly young lady of twenty-five darted down the hill like an arrow. I wasshamefacedly struggling to get down. She stood at the foot smiling and cheering me, and offeringto come and drag me. How could I be so chicken hearted? With the greatest difficulty, andcrawling at intervals, I somehow managed to scramble to the bottom. She loudly laughed 'bravo'and shamed me all the more, as well she might.But I could not escape scatheless everywhere. For God wanted to rid me of the canker ofuntruth. I once went to Brighton, another watering-place like Ventnor. This was before theVentnor visit. I met there at a hotel an old widow of moderate means. This was my first year inEngland. The courses on the menu were all described in French, which I did not understand. I satat the same table as the old lady. She saw that I was a stranger and puzzled, and immediatelycame to my aid. 'You seem to be a stranger,' she said, 'and look perplexed. Why have you notordered anything?' I was spelling through the menu and preparing to ascertain the ingredients ofthe courses from the waiter, when the good lady thus intervened. I thanked her, and explainingmy difficulty told her that I was at a loss to know which of the courses were vegetarian, as I didnot understand French.'Let me help you,' she said. 'I shall explain the card to you and show you what you may eat.' Igratefully availed myself of her help. This was the beginning of an acquaintance that ripened intofriendship, and was kept up all through my stay in England and long after. She gave me herLondon address, and invited me to dine at her house every Sunday. On special occasions alsoshe would invite me, help me to conquer my bashfulness, and introduce me to young ladies anddraw me into conversation with them. Particularly marked out for these conversation was a younglady who stayed with her, and often we would be left entirely alone together.I found all this very trying at first. I could not start a conversation, nor could I indulge in anyjokes. But she put me in the way. I began to learn; and in course of time looked forward to everySunday and came to like the conversations with the young friend.The old lady went on spreading her net wider every day. She felt interested in our meetings.Possibly she had her own plans about us.I was in a quandary. 'How I wish I had told the good lady that I was married!' I said to myself.'She would then not have thought of an engagement between us. It is, however, never too late tomend. If I declare the truth, I might yet be saved more misery.' With these thoughts in my mind, Iwrote a letter to her somewhat to this effect:'Ever since we met at Brighton you have been kind to me. You have taken care of me even asa mother of her son. You also think that I should get married, and with that view you have beenintroducing me to young ladies. Rather than allow matters to go further, I must confess to you thatI have been unworthy of your affection. I should have told you when I began my visits to you that Iwas married. I knew that Indian students in England dissembled the fact of their marriage, and Ifollowed suit. I now see that I should not have done so. I must also add that I was married whileyet a boy, and am the father of a son. I am pained that I should have kept this knowledge fromyou so long. But I am glad God has now given me the courage to speak out the truth. Will youforgive me? I assure you I have taken no improper liberties with the young lady you were goodenough to introduce to me. I knew my limits. You, not knowing that I was married, naturallydesired that we should be engaged. In order that things should not go beyond the present stage, Imust tell you the truth.'If on receipt of this, you feel that I have been unworthy of your hospitality, I assure you I shallnot take it amiss. You have laid me under an everlasting debt of gratitude by your kindness andsolicitude. If, after this, you do not reject me but continue to regard me as worthy of yourhospitality, which I will spare no pains to deserve, I shall naturally be happy and count it a furthertoken of your kindness.'Let the reader know that I could not have written such a letter in a moment. I must have draftedand redrafted it many times over. But it lifted a burden that was weighing me down. Almost byreturn post came her reply somewhat as follows:'I have your frank letter. We were both very glad and had a hearty laugh over it. The untruthyou say you have been guilty of is pardonable. But it is well that you have acquainted us with thereal state of things. My invitation still stands, and we shall certainly expect you next Sunday andlook forward to hearing all about your child-marriage and to the pleasure of laughing at yourexpense. Need I assure you that our friendship is not in the least affected by this incident?'I thus purged myself of the canker of untruth, and I never thenceforward hesitated to talk of mymarried state wherever necessary./1/ One who observes brahmacharya, i.e., complete self-restraint. (See *Chapter 7, Note 2*.)Next : 20. ACQUAINTANCE WITH RELIGIONSContinues....

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Recently BJP party member Subramanian Swamy made a controversial statement about Rajinikanth.

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Note :
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2. In the case Tamil Nadu, where people are mad about Cinema and actors, do not use their intellect to analyse a person.
3. Majority in Tamil Nadu are blind followers of anything and anybody, without using their sense of knowledge.
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